Carla’s Prince

“Carla,” he started as she walked towards the door.

“I’m going home,” she said angrily as he followed her.

“But we are still talking.” Cristoff was walking as fast as he possibly could trying to catch up with her. She might have been a small person but she was surprisingly fast on her feet. She was kind of like a kitten on steroids. “Carla.” He reached for her wrist and she yanked her hand away. She turned around and looked at him. His look had softened and the tone of his voice was much softer. Suddenly, he was so much more approachable. She was not even sure he was the same person she had been talking to just minutes earlier. Her heart was beating faster than she would have wanted it to and even though she wanted nothing but to run towards the front door and just get out of that place, she just could not move.

“Take me home,” she said in a low voice. “I don’t want to be here anymore.”

“But I don’t want you to leave, Carla. At least not yet.”

“You just accused me of being a thief,” she hissed. “There is nothing else to say.”

He looked into her brown eyes and shook his head.

“No,” he whispered. “I don’t want you to leave just yet. Not like this.”

“Take me home, Cristoff,” she hissed again.

He took another step towards her and she backed up. He was looking into her eyes, seeing her so angry that she wanted to storm out but at the same time so see what he was going to do next. His heart was racing almost as much as it had been beating when they were in the vineyard earlier and at that moment, he would have given anything just to know what was going through her mind. He wanted to take another step forward and pin her against the wall, kiss her and just get lost in the passion of the moment.

“Take me home,” she said again as he looked at her. This time, her voice was not half as harsh as she had sounded earlier. It was almost as if she was slowly warming up to him standing so close. Whatever it was that had somehow made him change from whatever the hell was going on a few minutes ago must have worked on her too.

“I don’t want to. Not yet,” he whispered.

“What do you want from me, Cristoff?”

He took a step forward and slipped an arm around her waist. He expected her to resist, to push him off, but she didn’t. She just stood there looking into his eyes. He pulled her close to him and gently lowered his head to kiss her softly. He closed his eyes as he felt his lips against her own soft ones. It was like feeling a wave of summer on the coldest winter night.

Carla shook her head.